Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.